I watch my yellow cat invade my red cat in the yard.
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The feline war has raged for years so I assume
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it¡¯d be to hard for me to drive my foot between them.
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I would never risk the scratch
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just to prove to one or both of them a cat is just a cat.
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Again, I watch my cousin Greg watch MTV inside his home.
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He makes fun of the Hip-hop videos from the couch he rides alone.
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Snug in the cushion of his cackling he forgets his looming doubts.
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He has relied on this for years; you will not yank the carpet out.
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no, no. These are my friends. This is who they have been for always.
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These are my days. This is how they stay.
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This is who they remain forever. This is how we stay.
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I watch this dude each night, same table, who creates and crumples up.
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His eyes are wide from sipping endlessly his endless coffee cup.
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He feeds me quotes, that lonely goat.
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I watch him grazing by himself I will not stop him when he rambles;
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I¡¯m becoming one myself.
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Lou is bugged and shot up with drugs.
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He sweats this bird he hardly knows.
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All that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes
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so like some hybrid mother/lover she¡¯d soothe and heal his wounds and kiss
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those dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon. Oh please.
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I watch my neighbor¡¯s son play with his shotgun in the street.
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I think I¡¯ll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food I eat.
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It¡¯s strange; I¡¯m skinny when I¡¯m standing but I¡¯m Buddha when I sit,
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and if I¡¯m truly so enlightened why¡¯d I waste your time on it
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as I look back at all these crossroads and the middle where I stay,
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right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest fucks get laid
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by the faux-finest finds It¡¯s been that way and god damn you,
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how you stay, with every scummy, crummy hour of the scummy, crummy day.
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Yellow Cat / Red Cat
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